This was the day. The day the next step in the journey unfolded.
The dim lights of the Yoga space were easy on my eyes. The wood floors were cool to my feet that padded along in eager anticipation for the arrival of Yogis. The voices of fellow Yoga teachers whispered around the room. The candles flickered with shared excitement as I knelt on my mat.
The energy itself was touchable.
As I knelt on my mat prior to the first arrival I softly closed my eyes and went inside my heart. I witnessed in myself an acknowledgement of what brought me to this day. With sweet tears, I first saw my beautiful daughter. Images of her sweet life from birth to this day. Without her being in my life–exactly as she is–I would not be sitting on that mat preparing to meet my vision.
Next, I remembered my first Yoga class as a student. I remembered my first teacher gently planting seeds that I would soon discover about myself and about Yoga. I remembered my first Yoga conference when I was eager with alignment and doing it “right”. I remembered being told to be yourself and teach from your heart.
I remembered the letter I wrote seeking an opportunity to teach to people with disabilities. I remembered meeting with them. I remembered them saying yes.
I remembered the classes I have taught where I am humbled by the willingness of people to reach into their hearts and be vulnerable.
I wiped the tears as I blessed this moment. I knew that this moment was indeed divinely guided.
The room filled and people settled in. Mats were placed in a circle; a circle of inclusion, of equality and of acceptance.
I dropped to my knees and felt the tears sting my eyes as I saw my friend in her wheelchair arrive. She was the exact reason my heart knew that this calling was not to be ignored. I thanked her for her inspiration and I proudly helped her to the mat.
As the class began, I scanned the room. I saw old friends. I saw new friends. I saw a family that brought their daughter. I saw fellow Yoga teachers. I saw courage, love, peace, and… I saw joy.
At that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.
I spoke my truth. I taught from my heart. I witnessed the inclusion and the acceptance. I witnessed the willingness and the courage. I witnessed the love.
I closed the class in complete wonder for what just occurred and with a reading of how it began. I closed the class in deep gratitude for the faith people have in me, for the support from others and for the opportunity.